…with his f-ed up ideas…..
Month: March 2010
Million Casket March..
…cut holes in the bottom of the casket so the legs can walk down the street like it’s a walking casket….or put wheels on them but then it would like a soap box race…
Prof. Emory Clayton wanted to have a million casket march..
but some “racist white man asked me how I was going to march while laying in a casket…and yes, he had a point. But why did he have to ask me that in front of my peers and members of the community?”
Prof. Emory is afraid….
that I’m going to send tapes of my interview with him to Mcdonalds to show the urban audience he can attract…
I have to piss…..
But I dare not get up from the mike just yet with 5 minutes to go…
Lizzie Borden
Did Lizzie do it? Take an axe and kill her mother and father?? Fall Rivers, Mass. 1892…..
Dr Stone on right now..
…to talk about the case that got him into forensicv psychiatry…Jeffrey MacDonald
Ralph just came up with a one off..plus…
….A million casket march…but then the guys who want to do it realize they can’t lay in caskets and march at the same time….I had an idea about Jack Armstrong running up and down the halls of Congress high fiving other Democrats for the health care bill and he, out of sheer excitement, kissed a republican Senators wife full on the mouth and squeezed her ass….
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Who will ever forget Mario Van Peebles uttering that immortal line in “Heartbreak Ridge.” Oh, you say you forgot it about 8 years ago? Okay, no bother. It remains a fitting reminder of the enormous radio pantload to be found here at the Phil Hendrie World Headquarters Dickman campus. Scholars the world over traipse here and blow dust off the cement liike disc casings and tape boxes, petrified through time. just so they can hear, yet again, “Bobbie Goes To Auschwitz,” “The Golf Starter” or “All You Can Eat Negro.” Now, you don’t have to bunk with old, bearded men who took their degrees from William and Mary when the British ran it. You can simply log on, listen, laugh your ass raw and log off….